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Bad Nonviolence

Posted on January 4, 2007 in Courage & Activism Occupation of Iraq

A press conference about reform is not the place for adolescent defiance of authority.

Insert A Trite Metaphor for a Corral #16

Posted on January 4, 2007 in Roundup

The lame duck Republican congress breathed its last today and the new era led by Nancy Pelosi began. In other news:

Perceiving Normality

Posted on January 3, 2007 in Bipolar Disorder Genetics Psycho-bunk

Show me a person who says that there is no such thing as “normal” and I will show you someone who lives in denial.

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What It Meant to Be A Serf

Posted on January 3, 2007 in History

The following passage from Edward Crankshaw’s In the Shadow of the Winter Palace illustrates the nature of the institution of [[serfdom]] in Russia, some conservatives’ ideal of the “good old days”:

Count Peter Sheremetyev and his son Nicholas were manic builders. All their money, and much more, went on the building and maintenance of palaces and the provision of extravagant entertainments in the grandest imaginable manner….

These were intended not as places to live but in effect as permanent architectural set stages….[[Kuskovo]], exquitsite in the Palladian style, its construction supervised from start to finish by a serf architect, Alexei Mironov, besides its suite of connected reception rooms, its vast ballroom, its state bedroom modelled on the bedroom of [[Louis XIV]] at [[Versailles]], its [[rococo]] garden pavillions, and its vast park, contained at one time three separate theatres (one of them in the open air), for opera, ballet, and drama. The stage designers, the scene-painters, the actors, dancers, and singers and musicians alike were all serfs. Barbara Cherkassy had brought with her dowry a number of gifted painter serfs from her own family estates. The Sheremetyevs themselves clearly went out of their way to develop latent artistic talent in their own serfs and to acquire others who showed talent. Some, like the builder-architect, Mironov, were very gifted indeed and in the West would have carved out independent careers. The leading soprano in Nicholas Sheremetyev’s opera company at [[Ostankino]] (where the theater with all its elaborate machinery is still intact), Parasha Koyaleva, was widely renowned; the daughter of a blacksmith serf on one of the Sheremetyev estates, she was picked out by her master at the age of eleven, trained as a musician under the best masters in Moscow, taught French and Italian. Besides winning fame as a singer, she was a great beauty, and in the end her master married her. It was somehow characteristic of the Sheremetyev world that after building up his famous opera company, giving the first performances of Gluck and Mozart in Russia and marrying his prima donna, Nicholas Sheremetyev suddenly became bored with playing impresario, disbanded his company, and returned his celebrated troupe to household and horticultural duties.

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Insert a Trite Metaphor for a Corral #15

Posted on January 3, 2007 in Roundup

The news dashed out in all kinds of different directions.

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2006: The Year in Review

Posted on January 2, 2007 in Roundup

square163There are those who have used things that I have written in this blog as a way to attack me for the sake of gathering power for themselves and those who have told me that because of these attacks, I should not keep a blog. This is a response, a testament of truth about the thoughts I had over the year. And in giving this, I offer my thanks to those who expressed their affection for me because I spoke my mind.

Began the year with reflections on the differences between me and the unafflicted. Some crosstalk about stigma and the way the unafflicted view us follows. I remember my first sociopath. (And more arrived in my life, unnoted, this year.) Questions about using sanity as an excuse for boorish behavior. The price of being deterred from seeking psychiatric help and the costs of living within a bubble beneath the sea. The Mania Meme. An encounter with an osteopath. Confused by my language? Here’s a glossary. Tom Cruise might learn from Why I take meds — but I doubt he’ll try. The depressive side of bipolar disorder as a black hot lava bomb of narcissism. Belief that there were WMDs in Iraq amounts to a normie delusion. A very rude man who needs to be on lithium. Feeding Ecstasy to pigs. “How are you?” as a means of interrogation. Tips and more tips for talking to a bipolar. Biblical parenting.

How anxiety makes us think better. My knee gives out. How compliments and positive predictions served to bring me down. Where blue stands for numb and green stands for living again. On being a boring bipolar. How I was affected by the film Capote. Life and the World reduced to two Big Black Steel Balls. Wreaking positive change tires the heart. Easter as a lonely holiday for an agnostic. Using bipolar disorder as a way to fend off Nigerian email scammers. What I said to a refusenik about the meds and the disease. The time I thought myself a stalker. The nature of my cycles does not follow the classic “crash” scenario. Lost at Sea with Vincent. Why I don’t see many blank faces. Bullroarer. Why it must be safe enough to talk about our symptoms and our frustrations and how some people make places unsafe. Where cotton replaces razor blades as the feeling of suffering.

Experiencing asthenia. Therapists among the bipolars. The odd knobs of the past and cloaks of confidentiality. Mania as a horizontal landslide. Hallucinations. The side effect of drumming my feet. Where I eschew the “different realities” cop out. (I do it again here.) The Sims 2 Bipolar Edition. A friend dies and a subsequent bout with angels. Then eight days of silence. Followed by an account of my recovery with notes on meal planning while depressed and about blown minds. I only wrote one article about my participation in the DBSA national conference. It was about Tom Wootton and The Bipolar Advantage.

Is finding myself interesting egotism? Being misdiagnosed in college. Aerosol chemotherapy (aka Santa Ana Winds). I describe the shape of the missing piece. What happens at four in the afternoon. I will not hold back holding back. On the origin of small hopes. Asking for a face instead of a hockey mask. Why I have trouble answering lies in a public setting. How the barroom afflicts even the sober. A single phrase about obsession. Don’t give me “I did the best I could“.

All of this and many things more were me.

Resolution for 2007: Not to punish myself for being more in touch with my feelings than others or for having the guts to be truthful and open where others prefer to hide.

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Insert A Trite Metaphor for a Corral #14

Posted on January 2, 2007 in Roundup

Putting the lid on the Hussein story and a tip of the hat to the Ford funeral before on with the daily listing

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Code Pink on the Golden Gate

Posted on January 2, 2007 in Courage & Activism Occupation of Iraq

If you must take a stand for a right, you must be prepared to suffer and not inflict suffering on others.

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Insert a Trite Metaphor for a Corral #12.9

Posted on January 1, 2007 in Roundup

Happy New Year!

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